Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

Then, as soon as he fell off the broomstick, Harry immediately had a good word to say to Qiu.Fortunately, Qiu is not a girl who cares about this kind of thing - the reason why she dragged Cedric to talk for so long in the first place was just a kind of coquettishness during teenage love.

At this point, the entire semester's Quidditch match came to an end.

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Before the official start of the final exam, on the last weekend of May, the Duel Club also ushered in the last assessment of the year.

Because Harry, Ron, Hesper and Quaid had successfully passed the previous assessments one after another, when they entered the assessment venue this time, Hermione and Neville were in the third grade of Slytherin. The girl walked into the large classroom.

Before officially choosing the assessment they would accept, the three of them encouraged each other.Then, Neville chose Sirius's assessment, Hermione chose Moon's assessment, and the third-year Slytherin girl walked behind the curtain where Professor Flitwick was.

Outside the large classroom, others are also anxiously looking forward to their assessment results.

2 minute later.

The three people walked out of the large classroom one after another just as they had entered.However, Hermione had a confident smile on her face, while Neville and the third-grade Slytherin girl had helpless and lost faces.

Just when Ron wanted to complain about Hermione's emotional intelligence, they saw Hermione nodding in their direction, then quickly changed her expression to one of sympathy and regret, turned to Neville and whispered. Comforted.Looking at Neville and the other girl, it was obvious that Hermione should have comforted them like this once before coming out.

Ron showed a satisfied smile and patted Harry on the shoulder, "Look, I dare say that Hermione finally learned how to get along with other people from us."

Harry agreed in agreement, the perfunctoriness in his tone self-evident.

In fact, what Ron said is not completely wrong. Hermione has indeed gradually restrained her previous inexplicable self-admiration in getting along with everyone - although she still often shows a strong and full of self-esteem. It feels preachy, but it's much better anyway.

But when this kind of words came from Ron's mouth, it was really hard for Harry to agree with it. After all, Ron quarreled with Hermione much more often than he quarreled with Hermione.

"Hey, Neville." When the three of them approached, everyone came up to greet them. Cedric was the first to ask about Neville's situation with concern, "Don't be discouraged. What's the problem this time?"

Neville hung his head and muttered: "I...I just couldn't seem to react, and I was quickly disarmed by Sirius. It's okay, I think I might just be too stupid..."

"Stop talking nonsense, think about it, Neville -" Li shrugged, "At least you didn't get defeated by Sirius in one face-to-face like the first time, right?"

Lee's comfort had no effect. Neville sighed heavily, and the hand in his pocket tightened for a moment.

Just when everyone was helpless about Neville's situation, Moon suddenly poked his head out of the door of the large classroom and said, "Penello, are there no other students who need to be assessed later?"

Penello shook his head and signaled to Moonnawi that they were the last team.

Moon nodded slightly, and then said loudly: "Neville, come in, please? I have something to say to you."

Hearing this, Neville was startled for a moment, then realized what he was doing and started shuffling towards the main classroom again.

Chapter 1 is the end and the beginning

No one knew exactly what Moon said to Neville that day. In short, when he walked out of the large classroom, he who had looked dejected before suddenly seemed to have a little more energy.

This is undoubtedly a good thing, at least the results of the assessment will not affect his final exam.

Yes, in fact, this is their only weekend left this semester.

With the arrival of final exams, more and more little wizards have joined the army of reading books in the common room.This fully proves that even if it is the same "climbing", there will always be people who will hug you early and others who will hug you late.

However, Moon was very happy to see Susan Bones sitting and reviewing with her roommates in the common room. This at least proved that Susan had completely and completely broken away from the diary. The influence Ben had on her and getting back together with her roommates.

"I'm not sure if I answered correctly in the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam..." Gal scratched his head. "I seem to have missed one step in driving away the female ghost."

Arlin glanced at Gal listlessly, "Don't worry, Gal, even if you get the answer right, you won't be able to get an O [Excellent] in Defense Against the Dark Arts. To be honest, I think you can get an A [Pass]." It’s already a thank you.”

"Hmph, maybe my grades will be better than yours." Gal pouted at Yaerlin dissatisfied, "How do you know I can only get an A?"

"Want to bet something?" Yaerin pressed the Transfiguration textbook to his face, and his voice became muffled as a result.

"Don't bet, don't even think about it." Garr refused firmly - obviously, he himself had little confidence in his Defense Against the Dark Arts exam results.

Moon and Cedric looked at each other helplessly. It must be said that as year after year passed, the two people showed more differences in all aspects.From body shape, to hobbies, to subjects that you are good at.

But when it comes to bickering...

The two of them are still as inseparable as they were in the first year, and they can talk to each other about anything.

Then, a few days later, Gal got his test results. Arlin hit the nail on the head, his Defense Against the Dark Arts only had an A.

Given this opportunity, Yaerlin naturally would not give up teasing Gar. If Moon and Cedric hadn't dragged them out of the dormitory one by one, they might have been able to argue at the door until the last moment before leaving the school. The banquet is over.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome everyone to our banquet again." Professor Dumbledore stood up and brushed away some wrinkles from his crimson robe. "Time flies so fast, doesn't it? In the blink of an eye, We have to say goodbye to each other and an old semester again. Thinking about it carefully, it seems like the dinner at the beginning of the semester was just yesterday."

The old man sighed while raising his wine glass, "No matter who you are, parting should be sad, but after seeing your energetic appearance, this sadness seems to have suddenly disappeared."

He invited the professors and the little wizards to raise their glasses and take a sip together, and then continued: "I promised Mr. Fox, just like last year, I will leave the time for your nonsense in your evening. So now, let us do it A little summary – about this year’s Academy Cup.”

In the eyes of the little wizards who were not very expectant, Professor Dumbledore announced the final scores of the four houses one by one.

Hufflepuff won the House Cup without any doubt.

Of course, the little wizards won't look forward to it. Firstly, the competition for the Academy Cup is no longer so "intense"; secondly, the big hourglass for scoring is placed outside, and anyone can see the Hufflepuffs inside. Hourglass is far ahead of other colleges.

There is no way, Hufflepuff is this year's Quidditch champion, and Moon has won two new "Special Contribution to the School Awards" by killing the Basilisk and facing Voldemort.If other houses could surpass Hufflepuff, everyone would think something was wrong.

Of course, even so, winning the House Cup is still a very happy thing. The little wizards of Hufflepuff cheered immediately, and the other three houses also applauded without hesitation.Even the professors applauded, but Professor Snape had a gloomy expression, as if someone owed him eight hundred gold galleons.

Moon had every reason to suspect that Professor Snape might have already started thinking about how to deduct his points next year.

If he continues to teach at Hogwarts next year.

As Professor Dumbledore waved his hand, many Hufflepuff-related decorations suddenly appeared in the Great Hall - hanging flags, long tassels fluttering gently, even curtains and tablecloths. And was changed to Hufflepuff colors.

"Okay, everyone, I know you have to go back and prepare for your evening celebration, so let's start eating~" The old man smiled, raised his glass again, and drank the wine in one gulp.

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At the same time, somewhere far away and unknown.

"Narcissa."

The voice of the speaker was hoarse and weird, and the movement sounded more like the hissing of a snake than a person, which made people feel creepy and made their hair stand on end.

"I admire you for having the courage to come see me - let me guess, that idiot Lucius is probably hopeless, right?"

"...Master." Narcissa used all her courage to finally open her mouth, but when she spoke, every syllable she spoke was still trembling. "Please forgive me."

"Narcissa, you are different from Lucius. There is no mark of mine on you, never." The man who had been sitting in the shadows raised his hand slightly, and suddenly, several poisonous snakes fell from his broad sleeves. It flew out, quickly wrapped its slender body around Narcissa Malfoy's limbs, and hung in the air inexplicably, lifting Narcissa high.At the same time, the venomous snakes were still spitting out their venom, staring at Narcissa's neck with cold and greedy eyes.

"So, you are not qualified to ask me to forgive you."

Narcissa was extremely frightened, but she didn't dare to make any struggle, or even dare to breathe too hard. She had to try her best to restrain herself, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry, but Lucius -"

"Shut your mouth!" Voldemort suddenly became furious. As if they had received some order, the venomous snakes immediately curled up and moved their fangs close to Narcissa's slender neck.

Narcissa Malfoy could even clearly feel the chill coming from her neck.

"Don't tell me what Lucius Malfoy is facing! He is an idiot who can't even take care of an item! Even if his soul has been sucked by the dementors, he deserves it!"

"Master, don't be angry with such people, they don't deserve it."

In Narcissa Malfoy's horrified eyes, another voice came from the shadow - a gloomy, young man's voice.Narcissa knew very well that there were only two people in this room right now, one was her and the other was Voldemort sitting in the shadows, and there was no third person besides that.

But why...

She swallowed, and her body finally began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You're right, Derek." Voldemort's voice came out again, and this time, Narcissa finally confirmed her judgment.

Whether it was Voldemort's voice or the voice of the gloomy young man called "Derek", they all came from the direction of the man in the shadow.

In great fear, Narcissa Malfoy closed her eyes.

No one spoke for more than ten seconds after that. It wasn't until Narcissa felt that she was going to die that Voldemort spoke to her.

"Narcissa, even though you have completely disappointed me, the kind and great Voldemort is still willing to give you one last chance."

The man in black robes in the shadow stood up and then slowly walked to Narcissa Malfoy.Narcissa heard it very clearly, but she didn't dare to open her eyes at all.

Voldemort seemed very pleased with her reaction.

"You are a smart person, Narcissa. You and Lucius are both smart people. Unfortunately, people who are too smart have to pay a huge price if they want to gain the trust of others." Voldemort's words contained a cruel meaning. At this time, he had completely restrained himself, and was replaced by the usual indifference and arrogance. "Tell me, Narcissa, are you willing to pay this price? No matter what the price is."

Narcissa swallowed again. As a mother, she instinctively resisted this request - even for her husband, she was never willing to hurt her son. There was a price she was absolutely unwilling to pay.

At this moment, Narcissa seemed to have a devil in her heart, constantly bewitching her, trying to get her to speak frankly and refuse Voldemort's request.

However, she finally nodded "I do, Master."

Then, she suddenly felt the poisonous snakes that bound her limbs begin to leave, and her body began to fall until she fell to the floor again.

She still didn't dare to open her eyes, she only dared to stand up gropingly.

"Go, the Carrow brothers will tell you what you have to do. When you complete it, I will naturally let Lucius Malfoy return to my command - he still has to accept some deserved punishment. , for his stupidity and inaction over the years."

Narcissa wanted to say that her husband would be imprisoned directly in Azkaban in a few days.But she knew that facing Voldemort, facing a Voldemort who, although he looked weird, was obviously able to move freely, she had no room for bargaining - even if she was still alive, she was already gone. transport.

So she could only remain silent and slowly opened her eyes.

In the dark corner of the room, a dark figure stood with his back to her, standing in front of the armchair.

Narcissa said no more, but bowed respectfully to the figure, and then walked out of the room.

She was originally looking for Voldemort, but until she actually found him, until this moment——

Only then did she know that Voldemort made everyone fear and even tremble...

Really come back.

★ Volume [-]★

Chapter 1 Silent Night

"She is dead, you obviously know it..." In the dark ward, the man sat silently next to Hu Yueming, his face extremely ugly. "That happened a year ago, do you have to hold on to it?" ?”

Hu Yueming, whose face was so pale that he was almost sickly, was leaning on the pillow, his eyes empty and indifferent, facing the TV in the ward. He refused to say anything, as if he had not heard the man's words at all.

Even though that was his father.

"I am also very sad about her death, but life has to go on. Do you want me to be like you, immersed in grief and never willing to come out? What about this family? What about you? What about my job? What should I do?" The man tightly grasped the armrests of the exquisite and beautiful chair under him, obviously feeling very uneasy.

"I'm not like you, Hu Yueming. I have a lot of things to consider. I don't have the qualifications to be willful, you know? You can just ignore everything and lie in your ward, tinkering with your things - what about me? Do you think I Is he also a kid as old as you? Can he put everything aside for the sake of feelings? "

The more the man asked, the more aggressive he became. When he finished speaking, he simply leaned forward. It seemed that if he didn't do this, Hu Yueming wouldn't be able to hear him clearly.

But Hu Yueming still remained silent, and the silence gradually spread to fill every corner of the ward.

Just like that, until after a while, the man finally took the initiative to speak, "I have been busy with a lot of things recently, and I may not be able to see you in the near future. You... pay attention to your health, and don't play with your phone or computer." If you arrive too late, remember to call me immediately if anything happens. If you feel unwell, call the doctor and nurse as soon as possible."

"You don't have to say so many useless words." This time, Hu Yueming finally stopped keeping silent.But as soon as he spoke, his words were full of confrontation, as if the man in front of him was not his biological father, but some life-or-death enemy. "Every time it's these back and forth words, you still You didn’t say it was annoying, I was already tired of hearing it. What? Could it be that if I called you if I had anything to do, Leader Hu would be able to put down what he was doing and come over to take care of me? "

After hearing Hu Yueming's words, the man's face, which was already extremely ugly, had a tendency to develop in a ferocious and twisted direction.

Three seconds later, he took a deep breath, regained control of his emotions, and then said as calmly as possible: "I said, your mother's death had nothing to do with me. I was also very sad when she died. This sadness is no less than yours, but not as childish as yours.”

"Yes, everything you said is right, how can anything have anything to do with you? Your wife's death is none of your business, and you are very sad. Your son is about to die of illness, and it is none of your business. You still Very sad. Is there anything else that can't make you sad? Get promoted? Get rich? Make more and more money?" The more Hu Yueming said, the more excited he became, and his pale face also showed signs of blood due to the upwelling of blood. Somewhat abnormal flushing.

But he seemed not to care about his own situation at all, and just said what was in his heart. "Sad? Are you really sad? In addition to being sad in front of those who are useful to your climb, you will be sad in front of reporters. Apart from being sad in front of you, where else have you been sad? At home? Or in my ward? Or at my mother's funeral?"

"Hu Zhaonan, do you remember? At my mother's funeral, you didn't even shed a tear, not a drop. It wasn't until those people appeared in front of you that you finally squeezed a few tears out of your eyes. "

"That's enough." Hu Zhaonan looked at the son who was connected to him by blood, his eyes full of anger that was about to be suppressed. "I am your father and you are my son. No matter what, it is not your turn." Teach me a lesson! I don’t need you to teach me how to behave and when to show my emotions!”

"Tsk -" Hu Yueming leaned back on the pillow again, panting rapidly while whispering: "Go away, you are not needed here. I just hope that when you come again next time, I will be dead. Maybe by then Then you will be very happy. Just like my mother, I have become your helper to help you climb up the ladder, instead of being a sick and burdensome person who has a hard time even going to school."

Hu Zhaonan couldn't sit still at all. He stood up from the chair and raised his right hand high, facing Hu Yueming's cheek.The body in the expensive custom-made suit even started to tremble, obviously he was very angry.

However, the hand did not fall after all.

Hu Zhaonan turned around and let out a long sigh, as if he was letting out all the turbid air in his chest, and he seemed to be venting his dissatisfaction with his son.

In short, everything was left in this long sigh. He did not speak again, but left the ward step by step, walking steadily as usual.

After Hu Zhaonan left, Hu Yueming continued to sit there for a few more minutes. Until his breathing gradually became calmer, he picked up the remote control, turned on the TV again, and stared indifferently at the noisy variety show inside.

He doesn't like watching this kind of thing. Everyone in it is expressing themselves in an exaggerated way, maybe for the sake of personality, or maybe for some program effect.

Normally, he would have already pressed the channel change button.

But this time he didn't, because he saw a female star fall on the show.

Facing the female star's cry of pain, the other guests quickly gathered around her, looking at her anxiously and urgently, comforting her. It seemed that the female star was worth caring about more than anything else in the world.

Hu Yueming laughed at himself.

How wonderful this scene is now.

It was in stark contrast to Hu Zhaonan, who had only disgust and disgust in his eyes when he looked at his mother's rotting and smelly body.